And for all his life it would be kindness and love that made him cry, never pain or persecution, which on the contrary only reinforced his spirit and his resolution.
We have art in order not to die of life.
We come into the world laden with the weight of an infinite necessity.
The act of love is a confession.
Nihilism is not only despair and negation, but above all the desire to despair and to negate.
No code of ethics and no effort are justifiable a priori in the face of the cruel mathematics that command our condition.